I affix the final gold teardrop earring to my ear when Nate snakes a hand around me from behind, sending a shimmering wave over my thin golden dress. He inhales my hair and I watch him in the mirror as he slithers his hand down my lap, catching the short hem of my dress, and sliding up beneath it.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispers as he slips a finger under my thong, causing my eyes to close as I utter a little moan.

Nate’s cock is hard in his slacks and pressing against my back, tempting me, but we are already running late so, with a frown, I push his wandering hand away. “We have to go,” I mouth the words to his disappointed reflection. “We will finish this after the party.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Casserole dish in hand, we exit our home and walk across the street to Molly and Ted's place for their annual Christmas potluck supper. Molly and Ted are the neighbourhood elders. In their mid forties and with two children raised and in college, they are the couple everyone turns to for advice because they've been there, done that, and have all the answers. Nate and I are newlyweds. We moved to the neighbourhood in March, intent on starting a family, and we quickly formed good friendships with the other households on our cul-de-sac.

Nate rings the doorbell and Molly’s bright red smile greets us on the other side. “Come in, come in!” She kisses the air at our cheeks and takes the casserole from my hands, swaying her curvy hips under a long black gown as she carries the dish to the kitchen, her blonde ringlets bouncing at her shoulders. We follow her in and greet our other neighbours. In the open concept space, butts are planted wherever a seat can be found and everybody in attendance is already a couple drinks ahead of Nate and me. Ted quickly fills our empty hands, passing Nate an ice cold beer and giving me a colourful cocktail. I have yet to taste a cocktail made by Ted that I do not like and this one doesn't disappoint, though it is on the strong side.

Nate mingles and Ted's warm hand presses my bare back above the low scoop of my gown as he guides me to an available space on the couch where he collapses beside me and we chat while he finishes his beverage. Ted is a very handsome man, he is like the professor you dream about fucking. You just know he is a well formed specimen beneath his tweed blazer and his salt and pepper hair is thick; real grabable. Then he has wolfish golden ringed eyes that periodically turn sinister beneath his thick brow and you feel like you would never want to be the person to make him angry.

I admit to fantasizing about Ted a lot and as his body leans against me on this overcrowded couch, I am listening little to the words that spill from his lips. “Mmmm.” Did I say that out loud?

Ted grins and his eyes sparkle. “You like it, do you?”

I choke on my drink. “What?”

“The drink I made; you like it.”

I cover my mouth and begin to laugh, the drink is definitely getting to me. “Yes, the drink. Of course I like it!”

Ted’s hand grips one side of my head and kisses the other side, muttering what a ‘darling’ I am as he takes my empty glass and heads over to the bar to mix up another. I fan my face and catch Nate watching me from the corner of his eye as he chats with a gathered circle of men and I quickly drop my fanning hand to my lap.

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“All right! For the ladies that held out this long; it’s time for secret santa!” Molly dances in and ushers the men out. It is late and the party has dwindled to five couples, the closest knit of our group.

“Nobody told me anything about a secret Santa! I didn't bring a gift,” I say.

Molly laughs, “You sit your pretty tush in this chair and let the gifts come to you.” Molly lines off five chairs and pushes the living room furniture to the side, clearing the floor. “This is a little game we like to play every Christmas,” Molly explains, “In a few minutes, a bunch of Santa Clauses are going to burst into this room and one of them will pick you and whisk you away to Pleasure Town! Right ladies?”

The girls holler and whistle.

I am flabbergasted. “Nate agreed to this?”

Molly shrugs. “I guess?”

Nate is my high school sweetheart and my one and only in all intimate things. He is a traditional guy and I never would have thought in all my life that he would be up for swapping partners. Deep down, I have always been curious about what another lover might feel like. Maybe Nate shares the same curiosity.

I run out of time to think as the sound of jingling bells draw near and the women begin to squeal.

Five identical Santa's pile into the room and each stands in the centre of the floor in front of a girl. Music starts playing. I recognise the song, Christmas All Over Again by Tom Petty, and the Santas' bellies begin to jiggle. Suddenly, in a swift ripping motion, the costumes and bellies go flying and five bearded men in Santa hats and red thong underwear begin gyrating in a sexy dance towards us.

I fail to see which Santa is Nate before Petty is telling me that ‘Christmas is a rockin’ time’ and there is an impressive pouch knocking on my face.

Phew, I am burning all over and paralysed with excitement while Santa shakes his stuff on my lap and lifts my hands, planting them on his chest and sliding them down his hard torso while he grinds up my body, resting a boot on my chair back, and slapping my face with dick again.

Suddenly we are all up in our Santas’ arms, legs wrapped around their hips, as they roll against us and pin us to the walls. This is the first time I see my Santa's eyes beneath the fake grey eyebrows and I know it is Ted.

One hand grips my butt while the other slides up my side and he whispers, “Say yes.”

I look at all the women in this same situation, their Santas are also waiting expectantly. Where are you, Nate? Who are you with? Did you ask her to say yes? I look at my Santa's impassioned eyes, eyes I never want to make angry, and I feel him growing between my legs. I nod my head and manage to whimper, “Okay.”

“Such a darling,” he growls as he lifts me off the wall and we pass the other Santas still wooing their mates.

Over Ted’s shoulder, I see one Santa with a very familiar mole on his back and he is feasting on one of Molly’s large breasts that burst from their confines under her gown. Absolved of any remaining doubt, I yank down Ted’s beard and fill up on my dreams as I penetrate his mouth and taste his whiskey breath while he carries me up the stairs and pushes through a bedroom, throwing me on the bed.

My dress is hiked up around my waist and Ted smiles down on me while he yanks the grey eyebrows off his forehead. His red underwear are stretched to the limit over his frighteningly big hard on and he knows I am looking at it and he rubs his hand down over it. “Do you like what you see?”

“What are you going to do with that thing?”

Ted’s laughter booms. “Darling, I am going to fuck you with it.”

“It’s so big.” I sit up and scooch back on the pillows. I always considered Nate a big guy at eight inches and his cock was sometimes too much for me. I estimate Ted is rocking close to ten and I am not even sure if he is at his fullest yet.

I shake my head. “I don’t think I can handle that.”

Ted crawls onto the bed and caresses my face while planting soft reassuring kisses on my lips. “I will take good care of you, Tess. Don't worry your little heart about it.” He glides a hand up my chest and circles my neck, thumbing my throat as he carries on with moistening kisses and tiny nips of the flesh down over my neck and shoulders.

I shiver from his every touch and goosebumps cascade over my skin.

“You are quite sensitive,” he purrs as he pushes my dress up further. “Sit up and raise your arms.” I obey and he lifts the fabric over my head and hangs it tidily over the dresser mirror before returning to the bed.

“I am really nervous,” I confess. “I have never done anything like this before, but I have always wondered…” I gasp as his large hand envelopes my small stomach and slides up my torso where he easily releases the front clasps of my strapless bra.

“What have you always wondered?” He leans up on one elbow and watches my reactions intently while his hand at my breasts alternates between deep, groping massages and airy caresses.

“What it is like with someone other than- OUCH!”

Ted pinches my nipple hard and doesn’t let go while he reiterates his comment on my sensitivity. My entire body is curling under his painful grip and the unusual pressure begins to expand and send currents shooting from its source to the swirling pool of pleasurable thrills deep within my gut. Suddenly my protective curl expands outward and my back arches as I thrust myself towards the danger. Ted straddles me and snakes an arm under my arched back, raising me even higher as he releases my pinched nipple and brings his soothing, wet mouth down over the inflamed pearl, suckling and flickering with his serpent tongue. While his mouth pleasantly distracts me, his fingers lay their brutality on my other nipple, swelling it, but this time I welcome the pain and it takes a more direct course to Pleasure Town. By this point, my hands are clutching his bare ass cheeks and pushing him hard, pushing him against my horny body, pushing his boner between my legs.

“Aren’t you a forceful one?” Ted easily pushes back and my crotch chases after him on his retreat. “How deprived have you been, child?”

He reaches a hand between my legs and feels my wetness. I groan to his touch and his teeth bite my tit while the pinching hand lets go, sending a thunderous current rumbling down my body. “Oh, I think you are about to come from having your tits played with.” He brings up the hand that barely touched my pussy and sticks his fingers in my mouth. “Show me how hard you can suck them, darling.”

He bears his weight down on my pelvis, preventing me from squirming while he continues to give it to my nipples and fuck them up like two additional clitorises I never knew I had. I moan incessantly on his fingers that I begin wildly sucking and licking and mewling over while a voice I do not recognise whimpers and tells him how badly she wishes it were his cock in her mouth, that she wants his big hard cock to fuck her face and come in her throat.

The pressure of my looming orgasm is growing deep inside and I want to squirm and shake it out of me, but I am pinned at the core and the strength at which my release is growing frightens me because I feel like it has nowhere to go. I begin to push Ted’s head from my breast and he withdraws his fingers from my mouth and single handedly grips both my wrists together and pushes them up against the headboard. To my flailing legs, he pins them under his shins at my waist leaving me helpless beneath his powerful body and the promising orgasm that is hanging on by a thread.

Then it begins to happen. This entirely new form of release washes over my entire body, stealing my breath and blinding my eyes. My mouth opens to cry but all my tightening muscles cinch up any means of escape. I begin to shake violently beneath Ted and it all lets go at once, deflating me like a balloon as the air is pushed from my lungs and my entire release is fed to my squeezing pussy.

“Oh my god, fuck me, what was that?” I gasp for air as I slowly come down.

“That is only the beginning.” Ted rises up and releases me and my limbs sigh with relief. He slides my soaking wet panties down my legs and looks me over, his cock twitching beneath his red underwear. When he touches between my legs with a single finger, my body jolts from the sensitivity. “Hopefully Molly is toughening up your boy, Nate, for you,” her murmurs. “Bring your hand down here and touch yourself.”

“What? In front of you?”

Ted’s eyes burn and he doesn’t ask twice as he grabs my wrist and rubs my hand against my soaking flesh. He does not release me until he feels me moving of my own accord. “Good girl. Push a finger inside.”

I hesitate, but a flash warning from his eyes sends me obediently pushing through my tightened hole. I close my eyes and begin to relax under my familiar touch.

“Put in two fingers,” Ted says and I easily slip in. “Now three, Tess.”

I whimper and get the third one in.

“Slide them in and out, get them nice and juicy. Good, now add the fourth.”

I awkwardly get the tips of my four fingers bunched into myself.

“Push them deeper, up to your bottom knuckles.”

I slowly push in, feeling myself stretch. “I can’t go any further.”

“Yes you can.” Ted presses my hand and finishes the distance, then he stretches me even wider and inserts one of his fingers above mine. I have never been crammed this tight before and he keeps going, adding a second finger.

“Please, please no more!”

“Shhh.” He bends over and silences me with a kiss, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. “Keep your fingers right where they are,” he whispers and pulls his out then resumes fucking my mouth with his tongue.

I nearly leap out of my skin when I feel a wet finger touch my anus. Unable to shake free from his mouth, my ‘no’ comes out as an easily misinterpreted moan. And he is touching, rimming around it, and spreading my wetness. I remove my fingers from myself and push his hand away from my bum.

Ted shakes his head and tsk-tsks, “Has your husband touched you anywhere besides your little pink cunt?” He strokes my hair as he eyes me with both intrigue and pity. “It’s Christmas, let me surprise you. I promise you will love it.”

I am not convinced and he sighs, becoming impatient with my resistance. Roughly he throws me onto my stomach. “Daddy always knows best, Tess. Remember that for next time.” Pulling up my hips, Ted’s ten inch dick is sinking into my wetness and bucking against my womb before I know what is happening.

“It’s such a shame that we have to waste our night like this,” he grunts as he drills in and out of me. “Wasting such a beautiful, mouldable, body.” As boring as he thinks this is, his huge girth is shredding me and milking me to orgasm. “All the ways I could pleasure you!”

“Oh my god, do it! Do it!” Lost in pleasure, I want to feel him in my asshole, I want to learn what more my body has to offer. This is my once in a lifetime opportunity to feel another man and step outside my ordinary life. “Fuck my asshole!”

“Unh, what a good girl I have! I love your enthusiasm, but your virgin hole cannot handle my cock tonight.” A glob of spit lands on my ass crack and Ted growls as he slides it around. “Just a finger tonight, sweet Tess.”

I have no idea what finger he is using, but I feel the growing pressure of it against my puckered hole as his cock stills inside me. “Breathe out and relax for me,” he says.

I try my best, causing a shift below followed by a crawling sensation inside. Ted groans and resumes gliding his cock while this wriggling weirdness tickles my asshole and becomes increasingly pleasant.

“Doesn’t that feel good? You have such a tight little ass and someday it will receive every inch of my cock.”

“Yes, yes, unh, please!”

Ted finds my clit with his other hand and he is a powerhouse, stimulating me in ways I never imagined.

“I am going to come up inside your pussy. I am going to throw so much hot come up into your cunt and you are going to have my fucking babies.”

“Yes, oh god, come in me! I’m so full, fuuuuckkk, Ted!”

“Come on, girl, come on my cock! Pinch my finger with your ass!”

I tear out my lungs as I pour out my orgasm and the intensity ripples on and on. Ted milks it out of me and makes me very aware of his own imminent release as both hands leave their stations and grip my hips, holding me tight to him as he pushes hard against me and groans loudly while his fat meat throbs against my tight walls and sprays my insides.

“Merry fucking Christmas, darling Tess!”